Demon Slayer Muichiro Fanart Novels & Stories

H-He call me d-demon? Why? I’m not even a demon. I am not a demon. Suddenly, the surroundings lit up, and I saw Jared in front of me. I backed away a little when I saw him holding a knife. “J-Jared... w-why are you holding a knife?” What is he going to do with that knife? Why is he acting like this? I bit my lower lip again. I’m getting scared of him. He’s looking at me badly and that makes me scared more. I can see in his eyes... it’s like he wants to kill me.

With that, the demon walked out from the chambers, leaving behind the one thing he had always treasured the most. """""''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' With one final stroke of her finger on the wall, Skylar finally completed her art, her masterpiece. She stared at the blood-stained walls with glee, her eyes were back to the darkest shade of purple, her humanity vanishing again.

Slowly she calmed down and nodded at me to continue. “Alright. 19, this year was tricky as you were very busy with work. But I think you will approve, as this is also the year, I heard your nickname. ‘Demon.’” I chuckled as I pulled a pair of thick gloves out for her and me before I pulled the flat case from behind the couch and handed it to her. “Be careful now.” I smirked as she opened it and sniffed the contents. Inside were all kinds of silver knives and other instruments. But these... these were coated with...

They also brighten up the hair and the lips and really compliment the rest of her face. By then she excitedly began to chatter exuberantly about her collection. "I got excited because the painting behind you was made by Death. A mysterious artist who paints crime arts. And that painting ..." Sumire pointed at the painting behind the young man. She was still sitting on his lap while her left hand was resting on the man's chest and her right hand was pointing at the painting. Mr. Aslanov was leaned against on the backrest of the swivel chair and he tightened his grip on the maiden's waist so that she may not fall over on the side when she recklessly moved on top of him. "... is called the "Vul

The gold-silver Yin and Yang Pisces Diagram appeared and expanded rapidly, instantly covering the sea area within a radius of a thousand miles. "Kill him!" Mu Tianyang snorted coldly and displayed the swordsmanship of the Nihility Extermination Sword. A white shadow appeared and reached Zhang Fan's body in an instant. He did not hesitate to wave his sword and directly slash at him. The fire artificer sneered, but he did not dodge. That was Zhang Fan's body. He did not believe that Mu Tianyang would really kill him. Even if Mu Tianyang did not care about it, Ding Hao would definitely care about Zhang Fan.

did not mean that he was not going to die. Even the disciples of the Sanctuary of Tetrarchy looked at Mu Ziran with pity. "It seems that these people of the Assembly of Immortals are too arrogant. They don't really understand the meaning of the words 'Chu the Devil'. The look in Chu Xun's eyes is strange. Is it difficult to understand his words?" The Dharma moved with the spirit, and the technique moved with the heart. Demon-slain Finger—a technique scaring all the gods and ghosts by three fingers.

It had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon. Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind trust in him was a gift he never wanted to take for granted so he was torn, now more than ever.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Strong yet sad. The image of Lamia is painted front and center. Except she has pure black hair, not streaked like it is. Next to her stands the biggest silver wolf I have ever seen, with bright blue eyes. On her other side is a bear, large and imposing, dominating. Lamia holds a pair of swords in her hands and her feet lay a child. Shifters from all races make up the background. Most notable are the three wolves behind Lamia, the bear, and the silver wolf. I recognize Duke, the other two I’m not sure of. Each person or animal in the mural is looking at a tree, painted black. The beginning of another piece. This must be what she wants the paint for.

“Vampires and Dragonkin don’t usually mingle, but yes I have some in stock.” “We’re special like that.” Milo grinned and chose a seat near the bed where I’d sat down. “What kind of art do you want?” He didn’t make any introductions so I didn’t feel the need to introduce us either. I pulled a sheet from my jacket pocket and handed it to him. I’d already designed it myself but if he was as good as I thought he was then he’d redraw it. “It’s in cuneiform, two names and a black baccara rose with thorns on the stem.”